273: Chapter 118: But I Really Didn’t Bring a Pot, What Should I Do?
273: Chapter 118: But I Really Didn’t Bring a Pot, What Should I Do?
“No lighting props?
Lisa, arrange for soone to contact the advertising company in Saint Rodu we cooperate with, borrow equipnt or rent equipnt, and call now!”
The task was distributed, and the employees raised their questions one after another.
Cheng Daqi was like a Divine King making unilateral decisions for eternity, solving all the problems one by one.
Issues that could be resolved today were assigned to be handled, and for those that couldn’t be settled, arrangents were made for soone to write up a plan detailing when and how they would be resolved.
Get moving, CEO Cheng’s goal was simple, to get these fourteen employees moving!
“We have OC’s own, and our advertising departnt also has a lot of filming equipnt, but they’re in another district of Saint Rodu, so it might take so ti.
Plus, they might be using it right now, so this…”
The blonde woman was very thorough, just not quite in line with mas’s perspective, which irritated Cheng Daqi.
Her thoroughness sotis seed too inappropriate, like now.
Lisa, recognize your current position; you’re one of my people now, OK?
“These reasons are actually not important, mas is also a company of Mi’er’s, you’re a shareholder of mas, and you’re our Deputy CEO, Executive Lisa, show everyone your capability!”
The blonde bombshell was stunned—life was going well, how did I end up being the Deputy CEO under this bastard?
Is my life that much of a failure?
“Chan, how did I beco the Deputy CEO?”
“mas is just starting out, and if it weren’t for you, things definitely couldn’t have gone so smoothly.
Lisa, your contribution to mas is clear for everyone to see, and if you weren’t still freelancing at OC, I’d be willing to offer you the position of General Manager.”
The art of language was sothing Cheng Daqi had clearly mastered; “if you weren’t still freelancing at OC,” only he could say such a thing without any guilt.
After spending three or four years at OC, to him, those years were just part-ti work; whereas, by the second day at mas, it beca her main occupation?
“Lisa, everyone is looking forward to your good news.
Next, any other questions?”
After briefly dealing with Lisa, Cheng Daqi continued to manage the chaotic team.
Faced with Cheng Daqi’s tyrannical behavior, the blonde woman opened her mouth, but ultimately went back to work in silence.
mas has my shares; if mas does well, I can make money too.
Poor blonde woman, she didn’t realize that Cheng Daqi had no intention of making money from mas!
“Chan, you said our team should make an international student vlog, but I’m a photographer, and my partner is an advertising planner; we don’t have experience in this area.
Moreover, who are we filming?
Are we supposed to pretend one of us is an international student?”
The Indian guy, Taigo, was really anxious.
He had a heartfelt talk with Cheng Daqi in the morning and didn’t expect Cheng Daqi would still bring him in.
Now that he joined mas, Taigo certainly wouldn’t slack off.
This was his first ti in such a peculiar company, but Cheng Daqi’s words showed him sothing great—Cheng Daqi was very different from any leader he had t before.
He spoke plainly, discussed salary clearly, didn’t judge by one’s background, and assigned tasks decisively, all of which appealed to Taigo,
Most importantly, Cheng Daqi made it clear that he was wealthy, already had a successful company, and that mas would also be wealthy in the future.
So, Taigo really wanted to stay at mas and make sothing of himself!
“Taigo?
I haven’t gotten it wrong, right?
I have a deep impression of you; you attended a very average school in India but created a very good project.”
Cheng Daqi spoke with profound mockery, not concealing his disdain for Taigo’s educational background, which was an instinct of the despised capitalist that Cheng Daqi embodied.
“Chan, what I spoke to you about this morning…” Hearing that the boss had a deep impression of him, Taigo instantly beca anxious.
“No, no need to explain; you’re absolutely right; small companies do indeed lack great prospects, and every employee is here for the boss’s salary.
I’d really like to see you earning a higher salary from .
Do you understand?
We are collaborators; as long as you perform well, I will give you a raise.”
This response was from the heart; Cheng Daqi genuinely agreed with what the Indian guy had said in the morning.
“People with a background in advertising or marketing are very suitable for the short video industry.
They can write plans and understand a bit of communication studies.
I am very optimistic about the potential of your team.
In the future, photographers with an advertising background will be a fundantal combination for mas content creation units, and you will be in charge of filming for signed internet celebrities at mas.
Of course, the necessity for you to co up with filming plans by yourselves today is just temporary; mas will have a professional scriptwriting team in the future.
As for the international student vlog you’ll be responsible for, it might have to wait until after the ‘Unpacking Books’ video is finished, but you can try to write a few proposals.”
In the future era of short videos, a significant number of advertisers enter the short video industry and thrive.
It can be said that aside from professional scriptwriters, opera perforrs, and actors from professional backgrounds, advertisers are the best substitute workforce for short video practitioners.
Arica’s legitimate scriptwriters are too expensive.
mas can’t afford them yet, so Cheng Daqi can only train his own.
“Chan, then should we first write two proposals and then report to you?”
The Indian guy who once created miracles tentatively asked.
“At least four proposals,” Cheng Daqi said, his tone calm, a smile on his face, but the pressure Tagore felt was real.
“No problem, but what are the requirents for these proposals?
Can you be more specific?”
The young man from India swallowed hard, his question tinged with nervousness.
“Ha, relax, Tagore.
I rember the first ti I entered a corporation, my supervisor asked to write a plan for a project, but he didn’t tell how to do it.
I wrote three plans, with different costs, different expected outcos, and detailed forecasts based on past data.
But he thought I wasn’t working enough.
Ha, he just wanted to trouble .
Ever since then, I’ve sworn never to be like him.
Your plans only need to be a few hundred words, find study-abroad student vlogs with high exposure data online, analyze the structure and interesting points of their videos, then modify and write it down, that’s all.
Any more questions, just ask directly.
Our relationship is as collaborators, and my duty is to help you solve work direction issues.”
CEO Cheng’s approach was simple: copy first!
His aim was to get mas moving as quickly as possible, then fix any problems that arose during the process.
“Should I pay attention to the release dates of the videos, focusing only on the ones from recent tis?” Tagore boldly posed his question.
“Your question is too simple, Tagore, you have the answer, don’t you?”
CEO Cheng was a bit disappointed; the Indian young man’s cleverness was a letdown.
If only you’d asked a deeper question, I would have appreciated your ability to think independently.
Indeed, Indians, clever yet arrogant, thinking everyone else is a fool.
“Ah?”
CEO Cheng’s sharpness lted Tagore’s cleverness like snow under the sun—he didn’t even know how to respond.
“Get to work, Tagore.
It’s just our first day knowing each other, and I’m eager to see your abilities!
As long as you create value, I’ll give you a raise.
It’s very fair.”
The young man from India left with trepidation, and Cheng Daqi shook his head.
His deliberate pressure on Tagore wasn’t out of recklessness or prejudice; it was because mas was just starting, and he needed to shape a pragmatic and united team.
In a team, those who like to play clever tricks are the most hidden team destroyers.
In the workplace, everyone has encountered colleagues who like to show off at every opportunity, eager to make a big deal out of trivial things.
These behaviors might seem insignificant, but in the long run, such people can have a significant impact on the team atmosphere.
(There are many more, like drama queens/kings, loudmouths, credit hoggers, nepotism beneficiaries…
but I won’t list them all.)
A small boat is easy to turn around.
For mas, still a small temple, Cheng Daqi had the energy to manage ticulously.
He wasn’t afraid of the Indian young man walking away; even if Tagore did leave after being challenged by him, it wouldn’t affect mas’s developnt.
“Daqi, I want to make a book breakdown video about ‘Flatland,’ but the book is at my ho.
Should I go back to fetch it now?”
It was Zhao Hongjin who asked the question, realizing at the last mont that she had forgotten to bring the book.
This naïve girl even thought about going back ho to get it.
“Hongjin, tell , if soldiers don’t have pots, do they stop eating?”
Cheng Daqi responded with ease, even managing to make a joke.
“Marching to battle is one thing, making videos is another.
Your analogy doesn’t really work,”
Zhao Hongjin replied, her nose crinkling.
At nineteen, the girl’s skin was so tender, it seed to almost glisten with moisture.
Her crinkled nose made CEO Cheng’s heart flutter all over again.
Hongjin was too adorable when she was cute, the kind that’s irresistible to anyone, regardless of gender.
Cheng Daqi, throat dry from dealing with endless questions, took a sip of water before replying.
“Hongjin, mas has taken a million Dollars from investors, and that money needs to see a return.
That’s why I’m pushing the company so hard today, to get the frawork up as quickly as possible.
A million Dollars is not a small amount.
Spending it wisely to ensure our investnt yields returns is no easier than going to war.
Right now, we are on the battlefield of business!”
“Brother, your words get my blood boiling, but I really don’t have the pot.
What should I do?”
Young Zhao was on the verge of tears from CEO Cheng’s intense earnestness.
She was discovering that starting a business was much harder than she had imagined.
The investors’ million Dollars lood like a mountain over the nineteen-year-old girl, making her feel like it was her duty to shoulder the responsibility.
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